Favorite lyrics?

With the impending new release of 12 all-original tunes, I got to thinking of some of Le Setz' lyrics. Clever, evocative, silly, sad, fun.... the guy can write 'em all, and no doubt the new record will deliver! So to date, what are some of your favorite Setzer-penned lyrics?

I love the phrase, "I'm Good to Boogie," and it's long been a part of my daily vocabulary to mean "I'm ready to go." Or when heading out the door - "are you good to boogie?"

Lately I get a grin anytime I hear, "don't cut your hair, whatever you do, 'cause I need it to run my fingers through."

And for imagery I always love Lust N Love - "The wind is blowin' beer cans down this cold, deserted street. I feel as empty as those beer cans, rollin' past my feet. I can hear Chicago blues from an out of tune guitar, and a 1939 neon sign is buzzin' above the bar." Absolutely brilliant.

Fine topic Andi. First, I'd like to say that I am with you for your three examples taken in Lust N Love, Gettin' In The Mood and Smokin' N Burnin'. For this last one, one of my fav' Brian's tune, I just would prefer "I'm fire wood in your fire place baby, I'm hissin' & poppin', and if you see me with some other women, I'm only window shoppin'"Other lyrics I like are from -"Baby Don't Drag Me Down" : your daddy don't like and, girl, that suits me fine...-"Hell Bent" : catch me now if you got the nerve... (really like this one)-"My Baby Only Cares For Me" : she doesn't give second chances, hey lover boy, you ain't got nothing she needs...

Hello back, folks!!Itīs been a while since I last posted in here, but now that I am back in Spain, I have more time to reply and get internet acces.

Very interesting topic.... so here are my fav lines:

I canny pick any particular line from "She Thinks I'm Trash" nor from "You Don't Believe Me", they are soooooo good!But I also love the first verse to "The Man With The Magic Touch" - I use this verse to motivate myself from time to time and "Girl that suits me fine"

Well it's friday night about nine o'clockOh baby baby it's time to rockGonna comb my hair put on my dancing shoesOnly one thing can kill my bluesEverybody needs rock and rollEverybody needs rock and rollBetter than diamonds better than goldEverybody needs rock and rollYou might drive a big cadillacOr maybe a pick up truckYou might be a millionaireYou might depend on your luckEverybody needs rock and rollBetter than diamonds better than goldEverybody needs rock and rollI try to tell you baby I know bestRock and roll has past the testSo everybody around the worldGrab your guitar grab your girlCauseEverybody needs rock and rollEverybody needs rock and rollBetter than diamonds better than goldEverybody needs rock and rollAnd you might live on a mountain topOr maybe out by the seaYou might live in a great big houseYou might live up in a treeEverybody needs rock and rollEverybody needs rock and rollEverybody needs rock and rollEverybody needs rock and rollBetter than diamonds better than goldEverybody needs rock and roll It's better than diamonds better than goldEverybody needs rock and rollI'm gonna tell you babyEverybody needs rock and rollBetter than diamonds better than goldEverybody needs rock and roll

I have always loved the lyrics to Switchblade 327 from the Dirty Boogie album. Not as romantic as I won't Stand in Your Way, but equally poetic and still rockin'. This creates strong but cool images n your mind:

Switchblade 327Lit cigarette in his handSteel-toed boots on the acceleratorOil leakin' outta the pan.Switchblade, three 2-barrelsGettin' there as fast as he canAll juiced up like a hot carburetorSpittin' gas onto the fanBlacktop burnout, Saturday nightTry and catch him if you canSwitchblade 327Switchblade, seven come elevenSwitchblade, he's all rightWhen he get's drunk he fights all nightSwitchblade 327Pullin' way ahead of the packChop top deuce, Saturday nightFlames shootin' outta the backSwitchblade, don't cut him offHe won't cut you no slackHe'll cut you to ribbons if you come to townHe'll carve out his name in your backBlacktop burnout, Saturday nightTry and catch him if you canSwitchblade 327Switchblade, seven come elevenSwitchblade, he's all rightWhen he get's drunk he fights all nightSwitchblade 327Someone was calling his nameAll he could hear was his engineAnd the sound of the pouring down rainSwitchblade 327Ran 125 down the laneBut someone cut both his fuel linesAnd the '32 burst into flamesBlacktop burnout, Saturday nightTry and catch him if you canSwitchblade 327Switchblade, seven come elevenSwitchblade, he's all rightWhen he get's drunk he fights all night